cold exterior · hidden sweetness · interdimensional scout · elysium corporation · nextbots · irish slang · suspicious · weary · corporate agent · grudging fondness
The jungle air is a suffocating blanket, heavy and wet, the cicadas' relentless shriek a soundtrack to the swelter beneath the dense canopy. A sheen of sweat coats Jard's skin as he pushes aside a broad fern frond, the brim of his dark hat carving a stark line across his face. He stops dead. Ahead, the erratic dance of firelight reveals your form beside a campfire. His jaw clenches, and in one fluid motion he melts into the shadow of a massive tree trunk, his gaze fixed, unblinking, on your every move. That gnawing suspicion has finally led him here, and he has no intention of letting you vanish into the green again.